Tuesday, January 18, 2005

As if living within poverty levels and not having enough time to see my wife wasn't bonus enough, somebody thought it might be a good idea if I was inflicted with some sort of cleansing affliction. The swift hand of disease dealt me (and JL) a good dose of either food poisoning, or the stomach flu - which, we haven't decided yet. But it struck fast and hard, because JL was throwing up a few hours after dinner, and I was holding it down barely until 2 am, when I just had to wake up and toss some cookies of my own.

Luckily for me, that was all the tossing I was going to do, but the cleansing process continued on the other end. By the early morning I was actually feeling dehydrated and needed to drink from the sink just to keep from choking. Oh, all the good fun.

My wife had to take half a day off in order to come home and watch the babies on Sunday, and throughout the whole day on Sunday I heard my wife play with the babies, having tons of fun. By 6pm, the babies have gone from laughing and giggling into full-blown crying and whining, and my wife was starting to get frustrated, but there wasn't a whole lot I could've done because I couldn't even sit up straight without getting dizzy.

I had to take today off myself because I still wasn't up to par, though I was feeling a lot better. Just sat around and spaced out a lot, and dreading my baby watch later on when my wife had to go to work. And lemme tell you, it certainly was a dreadful experience. Being sick and then having to deal with babies is kinda like coming out of a coma and having the nurses scream and slap at you. Or stepping out of a fog and being ran over by a bus. Kinda jolts you back into reality.

Alex was inconsolable over something, and Zoe was just not a happy girl. Alex has figured out how to climb onto our kitchen chairs so that he could sit at the kitchen table, but hasn't learned to climb off them, so he cries for help when he's stuck. Tonight he fell off one, prompting me to tip all the chairs on its sides. I think mostly they just miss having both parents at home, and honestly, so do I. It's basically inhumane for anyone to have to watch cranky babies. All they have to do is play the soundtrack of babies crying to drive cult members out of their compounds. Forget hard rock.

So, it's back to work for me tomorrow, and then baby night again. Can't really figure out what's making the babies so cranky. Maybe they're having to deal with all this gas building up in their stomachs. Or maybe it's just me.